Fear Before the March of Flames Hey Kid. i'm a
Computer. Stop all the Downloading Letras:
On the count of three everybody over dose They're
coming with forks and knives to eat us alive
Victims in this cannibalistic human race or
proprietors in this dog eat dog colonization? We
sluts have fattened and ripened in these la
castles We rust in the milk we've been fed. With
moments left If we stick ourselves with syringes
and scrape our lungs with dollar bills We can
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forge a roof that will hold us in and keep them
out Inevitable that the same person that fatted us
calves would now feed on the soft parts of our
lower backs Rather than humble and take to our
knees to the homely we proclaim You cannot buy
love you cannot sell feelings Have at me with your
most primitive touch Secretaries now make great
lovers As do those we had never considered. To a
burning empire We were meant to eat eachother. The
sound of cracking bones shall be the music that
plays us out
Letras: Hey Kid. i'm a Computer. Stop all the Downloading
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